The Soul Cage Poem by Ravin Sharma

In an empty room, with emptiness glaring at itself,
Through a mirror, through walls, I stared at myself.
Those birds in my dream sang for my freedom every night
And then those walls would then turn to me and shone bright.
Bright were the mirrors and there I stood in an empty room,
In the mirrored room, I saw the emptiness glaring at ‘myself'.

I am a heart trapped in a soul-cage,
and my reflections stuck in a mirror maze.
Days passed and the glaring eyes were unrelenting
I could chat for hours and hours were never-ending.
I would tell them about how those beautiful birds,
Shooed away with my vigour and words.

If I were a sadist, I would not have ever loved
Love, I still remember, the reason, once I was loved.
Eyes, beautiful than any birds' and heart as red as love.
The mirror was not beautiful, the only one that could never be,
And it could not sing those freedom songs to me.

More days passed and the glaring eyes became strong
with a wicked smile, it twirled into itself
with no glaring eyes set to ‘myself' (anymore) .
The mirror shone without me
And the soul-cage ensnared me
forever pondering over my deeds on those birds.